Eye Owe You

Yeah, uh

Real nigga shit

(La música de Harry Fraud)

Listen

I owe you, it's only us

Came from the bottom, it's only up

Nobody gon' help, it's gon' be tough

They gon' say they did 'til you call they bluff

It's a lose-lose situation

Niggas go from hatin' to supportin' back to hatin'

It's all fun and entertainin'

I push blow, they wanna know the windchill factor

The doors on the Porsche open up like caskets

I put rock in the rim, I guess I made a basket

I had a vision, but ain't make a dime back

I started seein' more when I got better contacts

Is it easier to get a hood bitch to be classy out in public

Or get a classy chick to be nastier when we fuckin'?

I had 'em at the same time, spontaneous combustion

They put your team in cuffs, and you sang lead like David Ruffin

I don't pull strings, I pluck them

Turn four and a baby to quintuplets

Paint job custard, Vogue tires, that's mayonnaise and mustard

That 151 a monster

Now I mix drink with Southern Comfort

I got a tester to test before purchase

That raw and pure is refurbished

This ain't it, the cannabis been tampered with

Ain't no hocus-pocus or magic potion

Went from no motion to slow motion, but stayed focused

Shit can pop at any moment

Look up, now I'm tourin' across the ocean

Nitwit, them ain't needles you knit with

Tracks on they arm fuck up they pigment

Sometimes a fix can't fix their problems

Give your friend a holler before they overdose

Life a tough pill to swallow

Created by my mental, escapin' through my dental

Hugged the block so long they called me for holdin'

Baking soda, the gift that keep givin'

The pain I contain make hard to keep livin'

This for those on the yard and state prisons

And broads that took charges for their niggas

I owe you, it's only us

Came from the bottom, it's only up

Nobody gon' help, it's gon' be tough

They gon' say they did 'til you call they bluff